The Best Of February 2016. Catherine Mann
you needed help with your gown.”
Her throat closed and tears welled in her eyes. This act of Dominic’s was a little more difficult to call the actions of a nice guy trying to keep her happy. Having her mother flown to Xaviera was so kind it made her chest tight.
“I don’t exactly need help. I just love your opinions.”
Her mom said, “Even better.” Then she faced Joshua and Sally, both of whom had risen. “And you must be Sally and Joshua.”
Sally bowed slightly. Joshua said, “She’s actually very clear about what she wants. I think she just needs your reassurance.”
“Joshua, Sally, this is my mother, Rose Jones.”
Ginny’s mom smiled broadly. Her pretty blond hair had a hint of pink in it, because—well, she was a Texas girl, who’d grown up dancing to the Beach Boys and riding horses, and that crazy part of her had no intention of dying. “Let me see the designers and the dresses.”
Joshua immediately handed over the photo array panels, but Ginny stepped away and slid around to the back of the couch where Dom stood.
He raised his eyebrows in question. “What?”
“You told my mom I needed help?”
He shook his head. “No, I called her and said I wanted you to be happy planning this wedding.”
The sweetness of the gesture filled her heart. “I would have been okay.”
“And the wedding would have looked fake.”
This time the reminder that he didn’t want the wedding to look fake didn’t go through her like a knife. It was their deal. He’d always been up-front about their deal.
The crazy feeling she got around nice Dom morphed into something soft and happy. “We’re going to have a beautiful wedding.”
He smiled. “Yes, we are.”
The air between them changed. For a few seconds, she debated springing to her tiptoes and hugging him, but that wasn’t really acceptable, either.
Holding his gaze, she took a step back, then another, suddenly realizing why she kept getting odd nudges. After decades of surface relationships that she’d ended before she even knew the guy she was involved with, she’d managed to never really know anyone, never get beyond platitudes. But planning a fake wedding? Living in the same apartment with Dom? Coconspirators to protect their child? She was getting to know him. And she liked him. A lot more than she’d ever liked any man.
And he’d warned her not to spin a fairy-tale fantasy because he didn’t want a marriage with emotion.
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